President uncle, don't come close

Ling Moqin stood in front of her and handed out his card: "I'll take that one. Swipe the card."

The salesperson took Ling Moqin's card and went to the cashier, but immediately she said respectfully, "Miss, I'm sorry, the balance on your card is not enough."

Sorry, your credit is running low? How is this possible? There's a lot left just now! Ling Moqin thought of a possibility. Did her aunt know that she didn't go at all last night and took the money back?

As soon as she had this idea, her aunt's phone came. Ling Moqin immediately hung up the phone. If she answered the phone, she would be scolded to death. She was not so stupid.

"I'd better come. If I lose my bag, I'll lose more. How about this skirt as a gift for my sister?" A woman's gentle opening.

Ling Moqin was a little embarrassed, but it was the only way, because she had no money on her.

"Thank you, sister." She blushed.

"Well, by the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is fan Lanqi. How old are you?" Fan Lanqi took back the card after paying the money and said with a smile.

Ling Moqin took the paper bag handed over by the salesperson: "Hello, sister fan, my name is Ling Moqin."

Sometimes the friendship between women develops so fast. As soon as they get out of the mall, they have a feeling that they want to see each other.

"Sister fan, you are actually a photographer. I admire the kind of person who takes good pictures!" Ling Moqin said in surprise after knowing fan Lanqi's career.

"What you said should be selfie. It looks good, but I like still life." Fan Lanqi said with a smile.

Ling Moqin really only knows selfie. She laughs.

"But if you like, you can come to my photography exhibition." She handed out a ticket.

Ling Moqin took it: "thank you, sister fan. I will see it!"

"Go home early. I'll go back, too. Bye." Fan Lanqi said goodbye to Ling Moqin when she came to the door of the mall.

Ling Moqin waved to fan Lanqi: "sister fan, bye."

Looking at fan Lanqi's figure disappearing gradually, her face drooped down and went home? Where does she have a home? Now when she goes back, she will be bound by her aunt and sent to the old man's bed. It won't be so easy to escape again.

So the question is, where should she sleep tonight?

Her eyes drifted aimlessly. Suddenly she paused and ran past with bright eyes.

Sheng Huaizhe was sleeping in the car. Suddenly he heard the sound of knocking on the window. He opened his eyes and immediately saw the silly smiling face outside the window. It was the little woman, but the smile was so stupid

He opened the window with a solemn face.

"Uncle, what a coincidence." Ling Moqin approached.

Sheng Huaizhe looked at her and said, "unfortunately, I heard some people say they don't like old bacon. I want to stop and see who doesn't like it."

Ling Moqin, smelling the speech, pulled out the corners of his mouth. Did the man hear her call?

She smiled and said, "how can anyone not like old bacon? This is also too unscientific. The old cured meat has more charm. Uncle, are you right? Those who don't like the old cured meat must not understand the taste of life. "

Sheng Huaizhe looked at the little woman who opened her mouth and said, "what's up?"

Hearing that the main play was coming, Ling Moqin rubbed his palm wrongly: "well, uncle, I think you should have a big home with such a good car."

"Big, no place for you." The man spoke without hesitation.

Ling Moqin's smile is stiff. Why is this man so bad? In the face of such a beautiful woman like her, he can still paralyze his face. Shouldn't he × Cool.

"Uncle, do you have the heart to watch the tender grass once with you fall into the street?" Ling Moqin is pathetic.

Looking at the little woman with different opinions, Sheng Huaizhe shook his head. Are women like this now?

He was afraid that there would be some amazing words in the little woman's mouth. He said in a deep voice, "get in the car."

Ling Moqin listened, her eyes lit up, she neatly opened the door: "I knew you were cold and hot, uncle. You are a good man!"

Sheng Huaizhe ignored her and started the car directly.

Ling Moqin watched Sheng Huaizhe drive into the most expensive community in the city. Her heart began to jump. What kind of existence did she sleep last night?

The man parked his car directly in front of a villa and then went straight into the house.

Ling Moqin can only follow in.

The man put down his things and went upstairs into the study.

At first, Ling Moqin was still a little restrained. She was afraid that her uncle would be animal and asked her to pay the accommodation fee. After waiting for a while, she found that she thought more and the man didn't mean to come down.

It seems that he must have overdrawn last night. Otherwise, how could he bear to face such a beautiful girl as her?

Thinking so, she began to wander around on the first floor.

Sheng Huaizhe hasn't appeared since he returned to his study. Ling Moqin doesn't dare to disturb him. He finds an empty guest room and stays quietly. But after waiting for a few hours, her stomach, which had not eaten a day, began to resist.

Ling Moqin thought she saw some dumplings in the refrigerator, so she got up from the bed in the guest room and went into the kitchen with light hands and feet.

"Oh!"

However, at the corner of the kitchen, Ling Moqin felt that he had hit a meat wall.

The cold breath swept the tip of her nose in an instant. Ling Moqin could know who she hit without looking up.

But at this time, didn't uncle cold face come down all the time?

Because of this moment of hesitation, Ling Moqin came back when he was held by a big hand.

She raised her head in some panic and immediately looked at the particularly dazzling deep eyes.

The body was close to Sheng Huaizhe's explained chest, and the unique cold breath on the man shrouded her whole. Ling Moqin felt that his breathing was not smooth.

She earned and whispered, "uncle, let me go."

"Little tender grass." Sheng Huaizhe didn't let her go, but called her out in a deep voice.

The low and dumb voice line was particularly deep in the night. Ling Moqin was surprised and looked up at his eyes as deep as the sea.

"Well, uncle, what can I do for you?" Ling Moqin swallowed a mouthful of water and said nervously.

Now Sheng Huaizhe is like a dormant beast in her feeling. She is afraid that she will be swallowed by him if she is not careful.

Ling Moqin is tangled now. Why does she have to get up and want to eat at this time? I stopped talking about being fat and met Sheng Huaizhe, who was obviously in a wrong state.

"Young grass, do you want meat? Throw yourself into the arms? " In a trance, Sheng Huaizhe's faint voice came, which stunned Ling Moqin. He